13 comments/ 35320 views/ 45 favorites Deep Undercover By: Deep Undercover I jerk away from him and take another sip of the champagne. I realize we've been moving for several minutes now, and the rain is starting to beat harder against the top of the limo. As I watch the drops slamming against the sunroof, I feel myself welling up and a single tear streams down my cheek. I feel Alexander's hand on my chin again, gentle this time, as he slowly turns my head to face him, "There's no need to cry, Madison. I told you no harm will come to you." I whisper as another tear falls, "Then where are you taking me?" Why am I crying!? I've been trained for this goddammit! The betrayals of my body continue to come! "You shall see. My associates require information, and I've agreed to obtain it." "I'm not telling you anything." "I gathered as much," he smiles knowingly. The silence drags on for minutes that feel like hours, and we are exiting the Midtown Tunnel. We've hit no traffic, despite the terrible weather. I watch the lights of the Empire State building disappear through the rear window, as water and fog blanket the city. Alexander is watching me as he unbottons his jacket and gets comfortable. "May I?" he takes my glass and sets them both aside. He pulls out a handerkerchief and reaches for a small bottle on the bar. He opens the cap and sprinkles a few drops of the liquid onto the handerchief. What's he doing? He turns to me, "I promised you won't be hurt. I keep my word, Madison." I'm confused as he reaches across and forcefully covers my mouth with the liquid-soaked handerchief. I immediately fight back, forcing him to press it harder against me. I hear him faintly as darkness starts to overtake everything, "Don't be frightened. You'll just sleep." And everything goes black. So here I am, blindfolded and bound to a chair. I have no idea where I am, and all I can think about are the events that brought me here. I try to loosen the ropes, but there's no use. I can't even move my legs, as seach ankle is tied to a chair leg. The door handle creaks loudly as it turns and I hear someone enter and close the door behind them. The door doesn't sound heavy. It sounds like a standard metal office door. I am breathing hard as the footsteps circle me several times. Who is it!? Say something dammit! "Madison," I'm relieved to hear Alexander's sultry voice speaking Swedish, "we are going to have a little chat, and you're going to answer some questions." "I will not. I am not betraying my agency, or my country," I reply in Swedish. I'll show him that he doesn't frighten me by speaking his language. I can feel him smile at my use of his native tongue, "Well, we shall see. I don't want to hurt you, Madison." "You said you wouldn't. A man of your word. Is that not what you said, Alexander?" "I said no harm would come to you. You won't be killed, nor will you be permanently disfigured, but I have my ways of making you talk," his breath is suddenly in my ear again, rippling through my body. As I feel the waves traveling down my stomach and toward my sex, I realize how exposed I am right now. Because of my legs being parted and bound, my dress has been hiked up, and I can feel the air hitting the tops of my thighs. I flush with embarrassment. "You're blushing," Alexander sounds amused. Why does everything sound sexier in Swedish? And why am I thinking about Swedish being sexy right now...while my life is in danger!? I can't help it, I'm breathing harder, both from fear and from...arousal, "I'm not blushing." Alexander chuckles as he moves in front of me. His hands are on my knees, and I feel him kneel down. I am humiliated! I'm sure he can see my lace panties from that vantage point! "You're so beautiful, Madison." His hands move slowly up my legs toward my thights, as I pull against my restraints. "I wish I could feel the soft skin under these pantyhose," his fingers are skimming over the lace tops of my thigh-highs. My breath gets louder as he slips his fingertips under the lace, rubbing my bare skin of my legs, "What intel do you have on me, Madison?" I can answer this. I'll tell him we have less than we really do to throw him off. "Barely any," I'm having trouble thinking, as his fingers extend and he's just inches away from my sex, "Just a name. And places you've been." "Oh come now, Madison, you've been looking for me for years and all you have is a name and a few dots on a map? I think you can do better than that, my dear." "It's true. You've always been a challenge for the agency, a ghost." "You flatter me, but you have been the challenge. When I heard that you were looking for me, I knew that I had to find you first," he continues to playfully dance his fingers across my thighs. "Well, quid pro quo, Alexander. What do you know about me?" "Everything, my dear. You've a reputation for being smolderingly sexy and cunning...intelligent...strong..." "I am strong. You've caught me off-guard, but-" "Oh I know you are. Why do you think I bound you so tightly. Perhaps we will have a chance to tangle at some point and you can show me how strong you really are," there is amusement and flirtation in his voice, "But for now, I need to know everything you know about me." "I've already told you! Noth-" Alexander's hand suddenly grips my throat tightly, and he is behind me in one swift movement, "Madison, Madison, come now...tell me..." He's strangling me! How am I supposed to answer!? Wait...I've been strangled violently and this is not the same. "Oh you can't breathe?" I shake my head no as best I can, despite his grip. He continues to speak as the air continues to drain from my lungs, "Yes you can. I wouldn't strangle you...not that hard. Tell me, Madison...is this turning you on?" What!? The question confuses me, but then I realize that the feeling that's been building up in my insides isn't fear. It's arousal! "Do you feel it, Madison? Do you feel it in your cunt?" I'm embarrassed...ashamed, but...I...do. I nod my head 'yes'. "Good girl," he whispers in my ear as he loosens his grip, "Now breathe slowly. I'll be right back." As I hear him leave the room my mind is racing. What just happened!? Where did he go!? What's going to happen when he comes back!? He probably went to get his saw and scalple. But what the fuck just happened!? He choked me! And it TURNED ME ON! I felt like I was going to - My thoughts are interrupted as the door opens and I hear footsteps. "Change of plans," Alexander says in English, "We're going to the Laguardia." "The airport?" I reply in confusion. Alexander starts to work on untying my wrists, but he stops after he's loosened them and moves to kneel in front of me. He made a mistake. The rope around my wrists is just loose enough! I think I can get out of this. I fight the disorientation from what just happened and start stealthily working on the ropes as he's focused on untying each ankle. When he gets to the second ankle, I take the opportunity to make my move. My wrists free, I kick Alexander hard in the side of the head! I know I've knocked him out. I've done it a million times before! I rip off my blindfold and am instantly on my feet. Confirming that Alexander is out, I check him for weapons that I can use. Nothing! I put my ear against the door and listen for noises outside to make sure there aren't additional guards. Silence. I slowly pull the door open, slipping off my heels. I'll need to run fast and silently to get out of here. There is a dark hallway in front of me. Half of the fluorescent lights are out or flickering. It's an ominous tunnel before me, but I take a deep breath and run, hugging the wall as I go. I get to an open doorway and stop to listen. Still nothing! I peer around the corner to see a vast, empty warehouse. The limo and one other car are parked inside, in front of a set of large doors which are wide open, allowing the cold night air to fill the building. It's still pouring outside and the rumble of thunder shakes the aluminum siding of the building. But where is the driver? Staying tight to the wall, I creep out into the open space and make my way around the perimeter toward a door that I'm guessing leads outside. I give it a slight push, careful to make as little noise as possible. It's not budging! It feels as if it's locked from the outside...FUCK! I continue along the perimeter toward the large doors. I suddenly hear voices, "Where is he? He should be at the car by now." They're coming from right outside! I don't see anywhere I can hide, and I'm not sure what they're packing. I need to find somewhere to go! I see a ladder leading to a loft above the hallway I just ran out of. I run toward it and start to climb as fast as I can. I get up to the top, turn to observe the view below and back into the concealing darkness of the loft space just as the driver and two other men in suits come in through the large doors. The driver is on his cell, "He's not answering. Go check!" Shit! He's staying with the cars. I can take him out! He opens the passenger door and pulls out an M-16 rifle. Shit! I have to find another way out! I hear Alexander shouting in Swedish, "The only way in or out is the door where you were standing watch! She must be in here! Find her goddammit!" Through the darkness of the loft, I see another metal ladder in the corner leading to a hatch in the ceiling. Yes! I run quietly to the ladder and start to climb. I glance down and see all of the men scrambling about the space and triumphantly compare them to rats scurrying. Where did Alexander go? I don't have time to think about it. I push the hatch open a little to make sure it doesn't creak. It's silent and I push it the rest of the way. A rush of night air and rain hit me as I burst onto the roof. I close the hatch quietly behind me. There must be a ladder on the exterior! I can tell I'm in the northwest corner of the roof. I run look down the west face. Nothing! The north? Nothing! I run across the roof to the east side. No ladder! Fuck! Thunder crashes and lighting flares up the night sky. The south face is my last chance or I'll have to do something drastic. I run to the edge and look down. My heart drops...no ladder. There is no way off of this roof, and I'm at least 30 feet up! My hair is matted down and rain is streaming down my face. My dress is soaked to my skin. And I'm panicking. "Madison!" I turn to find Alexander standing 20 feet away from me. How did I not hear him!? "Don't come any closer, Alexander!" I step backward toward the edge of the roof. "Don't you dare!" he yells. "Oh, but I will," I smile through my rain-soaked face, "You want to use me to negotiate with my agency, don't you? It's the only thing that makes sense. I will not be your bargaining chip!" I take another step back. "Madison, face it...you're mine. Now come over here." I smile defiantly. Thunder crashes and lightning streaks across the sky behind me. I take another step back. A look of concern invades Alexander's face. I was right. He needs me. I'm right at the edge now. I have no intention of jumping, but I will do whatever is necessary to escape. As another clap of thunder sounds, the ledge I'm standing on starts to wobble. The concrete is breaking beneath my feet! The roof is taking control away from me. I feel the edge break away as I start to fall. I close my eyes while my stomach goes numb, as I drop toward the ground below. "Madison!" I barely hear Alexander's voice over the rain and thunder. Suddenly I feel a hand grip my arm above my wrist. I open my eyes. Alexander! "You aren't escaping that easily, my dear." I'm fighting his grip with my other hand, but he won't let go. Suddenly two more hands are around my other arm. It's the driver! They're pulling me up, and struggling against them is no use. As they pull me back onto the roof, the gravel scrapes my thighs. Alexander wraps his arms possessively around me, "Are you out of your fucking mind!?" I look up at him through the wet hair matted through my face. He gently brushes the hair from my face, the anger in his eyes burning through me. I wasn't really going to jump. I try to stand, but my legs are shaking so badly that I can't even put weight on them. Alexander joins me on his feet and scoops me up. Despite the fact that I'm his prisoner, I let instinct and the crippling fear of my near-death take over, and I wrap my arms around his neck as he carries me to the hatch. I gather what strength I have left to climb down the two sets of ladders. I feel my legs giving out on me again when my feet touch the concrete slab of the ground floor. Just as I'm about to collapse, I feel arms around me again, sweeping me off my feet. Alexander looks at me, concern in his eyes, as he carries me back to the limo and sets me inside. He disappears from view for a few minutes and I hear him on the phone, "Yes, Conrad. No issue at all. We are heading to Laguardia now." He climbs in next to me with a flannel blanket, wrapping it around me. He moves more wet, matted hair from my face. "Madison," he says breathlessly, "Don't ever fucking pull a stunt like that again. I could've just let you fall." I say nothing. He shakes his head in disgust and removes his jacket. His white, button-down shirt is soaked through, as he untucks it from his belted, dark grey slacks. He looks amazing wet. I'm ashamed of the thoughts that I keep having. He's my enemy, after all! Moments later we are back on the highway. Alexander pours whiskey into two glasses and hands me one, "It'll warm you up." Shaking, I take it and sip. The warmth of the liquor moves through my body, instantly making me feel like my extremities are coming back to life. The storm continues outside. "I doubt we can take off in this," I murmur, my forehead pressed against the passenger window. "Oh we will," Alexander says haughtily as he sips his whiskey. Alexander takes my glass of whiskey and sets it down with his. "Give me your hands," he orders. He's less charming now than he was earlier. I am too drained to argue, so I hold my hands out to him. He slaps a pair of handcuffs tightly around my wrists, noting the discomfort on my face, "I'm not taking any more chances with you." He grabs my wrists and pulls me toward him until our faces are inches apart, "You could've fucking been killed!" I narrow my eyes in defiance, "I know." "You're out of your mind, Madison!" he gently but angrily pushes me back into my seat. Moments later we pull onto the runway and stop near a private jet, its engines running. "Wait here," he barks as he opens his door. He walks through the pouring rain to a man holding an umbrella on my side of the limo. I try to read their lips, but through the rain I can't make out the language they're speaking. Alexander motions to me and the man nods his head. I look down at my wrists. Can I get out of these? Before I can put a lot of thought into it, the car door opens and Alexander is yanking me out and dragging me toward the jet. Once again I'm presented with this last possibility of escape before I'm trapped on this jet to I-don't-know-where. But I can't see a way, and I'm out of time to figure one out. We've already climbed the steps and are in its warm, luxurious interior. Amidst the soft beige carpet and dark mahogany paneling are different seating areas : a leather sofa flanked by matching leather chairs, further back are two sets of leather seats with tables between them flanking the aisle, behind that the walkway narrows to the left side of the jet. I can't see beyond it from this vantage point. The captain nods to Alexander and me. "Can we take off immediately, Mark?" Alexander asks him. "Yes, sir. We will close the door up now and we should be cleared to taxi within the next 15 minutes," the captain answers. "Wonderful. Thank you, Mark," he turns to me, glaring, "Come with me." He pulls me toward the back of the jet down that narrow hall. The first door is the small galley, an office beyond that and at the very end we enter a bedroom. He leaves me just inside the doorway, walks to the built-in closet and pulls out a towel, "Come. Let's get you dried off. Don't do anything stupid." He walks behind me and closes the door, pulls out a small key and unlocks my handcuffs. I'm waiting for him to leave so that I can have some privacy, but he sits on the bed and challenges me with his stare as he crosses his arms, "I can't trust you to be alone. Take off your dress and dry." Fine. "Will you help? I can't reach my zipper". He smirks as I turn my back to him and pull my soaked hair to the side. He pulls the zipper slowly down to the small of my back. "Thank you," I say as I pull the dress down over my arms and turn around. Looks like I'll have to entertain him, after all, remembering our earlier conversation at dinner. I wonder what he was talking about...stamina...docility? I put the thoughts out of my head as I blush again. I let the dress fall and pool at my feet, my eyes locked with Alexander's the entire time. He stands, not breaking the stare, and walks toward me. He circles me like a hawk circling its prey, as I maintain my straightforward stare. When he stops moving I turn my head slightly to glance and can see that he's standing behind me, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he scans my scantily-clad body. His shirt falls to the floor, and I feel him behind me, his bare skin against the bare skin of my back. He's whispering in my ear in Swedish again, "You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, Madison." I feel my entire face go crimson. My heart is beating harder than it ever has before. I can feel excitement building up in my nether regions. "But you misbehaved badly. And you must be punished," he breaths into my ear. What's he going to do? I feel his hands on my arms just below my shoulders. He's gripping them tightly and breathing heavily into my ear. As I wait for my punishment, his hands follow the water dripping slowly down my arms to my wrists. He suddenly grabs them tightly and pulls them behind my back. I hear the sound of metal, and before I can think he's clasped my hands in the cuffs behind me. He gently pulls my wet hair from my shoulder, and I feel his warm breath on my neck. Oh god. He kisses me gently where my neck meets my shoulder. I am embarrassed to admit, but I have never been so turned on in all my life. Taking care to keep one hand on my right arm, he circles back in front of me. He walks slowly backward toward the bed, pulling me with him. Sitting on the edge, he looks me up and down, "It's taking every bit of strength not to just take you right here. Right now." My breath is caught in my throat, and he smiles as my mouth drops open. "Do you know what your punishment is?" he asks calmly. I shake my head no. "I'm going to spank you. Do you understand?" I'm in shock, "Spank me!? I'm not a child, Alexander!" "Ah, but you've misbehaved, Madison. I can give you a much worse punishment if you'd prefer?" I stare at him defiantly. I'm tempted to kick him in the head again, but do I want to risk a much worse punishment? I was trained not to fear pain, but in this moment, helpless and captured, I'm afraid. I decide to opt for the lesser punishment, and shake my head no. Alexander smiles at his victory, "That's a wise decision, but I'm not going to go easy on you. You've earned ten hard spanks. Now come get on your knees on the edge of the bed next to me. I'm going to bend you over." My insides are dancing all over. I'm suddenly very nervous, and very...hot. For fear of worse punishment, I do as he says and kneel on the edge of the bed to the right of him. I want this. I'm shocked to admit this to myself as I turn to him, our faces inches from one another. As insane as it is, I want him to kiss me. He leans toward me as if he's going to, but instead he places his right hand around the back of my neck, his left hand on my stomach and pulls me down fast so that I'm bent over his knees.